29 Saddharshanam - The fall of the Ahankarā

29. The fall of the Ahankarā

The mind is a factory of thoughts

Flow of discrete separate thoughts

They come in lots and make knots

Likes and dislikes call their shots

Mechanical thinking continues with no prompt

One thought lead to the other while stomped

Positive and negative fantasies rule the kingdom

Seeds of Ragā and Dveśā pile up with no wisdom

Stopping the subjective projections is a great auxiliary

Tracing the thought backwards is a form of mastery

Thoughts jump like a frog and fly like a butterfly

This exercise build muscle for the mind to comply

Repeating the same mantra is Japā

Staying in same position is Asanā

They help tame the jumping frog

They then clear up the brain fog

Disconnect the string of connection

Listen with reverence and devotion

Bundle up opinions, resistance and notions

Attending one hour class itself is a meditation

When the mind was robbed and folded

Mahāvakyā could have been unfolded

The story of a blind man with a back scratch

which made him go round and round in the palace

One can remain speechless with training

Silencing the mind can be very draining

Committed exposure trains the mind

Same thought is planted again and again

Then there is an universal flow

Nicely aligned with Isvara's flow

Thoughts now glow

Just like the words of Upanishad

Then there is clarity with the purpose of life

Skills, talents blessings are used wisely

As the fog of ignorance disperses

Sun like Atma shines brightly

The best kept secret that is available for all

Is kept without being hidden in the hall

Listen, clarify doubts and Revel

Regurgitate and ruminate like a cow

There will be noise initially

As the impurities come out

But then they all settle down

Clarified butter will shimmer on the top

As the head of Ahankarā falls down,

The real I shine brightly as a crown

One no longer feels bound

Perfect fullness is all around

Class 35

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